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That ravenous yearning that
Never satiates because
Mosquitoes cannot ever
Be fireflies, Parasites
Can not be friends, Symbiosis
Will never be our way of life
It is far better to plunge the
Knife deep into my flesh or spine
Than to see me as the magic
To charm your pathetic
Shortcomings into muscle
This princess is going to
Another castle, This dream
Will float on another cloud
And one day when arrogance
Has thinned more than hair follicles
You’ll recall that grey fuzzy
Space you once thought I occupied,
The one you considered to be
Your magic elixir

The things that cannot be bought
By money, self-satisfaction
Synthetic smiles or shared
Rose-tinted delusions
You may lull me into
Submission for one night
Or two or three but only
In flesh, muscle and bone
Skin deep, yet to pierce vein
So wipe away that smugness
Scrub it, scourge it from your face
Underneath your pathetic
Naively utopian
Hallucination is
A dusty barren wasteland
Where few roses can bloom
Un-fragrant, Unforgiving
That wilderness cannot be
Owned, contained or restrained
Nor is it yours to take
Because once the veil falls
And you shake the cobwebs
From your eyeballs, Turning
Off your pretty filter
You will learn you cannot
Sow a tropical paradise
In the scorched desert sands
Or sculpt an ocean out of
An oasis or turn
Dust to rich fertile soil
Else you may end up all
Alone, clutching the last
Of your wits and dignity
Watching helplessly as they slip
Through your fingers and vanish

Screams met by silence because
Of course they only echo
Within my own consciousness
Reverberating off the
Edges of images past
Blurred, greyed and coloured by
Wishful thinking, hindsight tinted
By hopes, dreams, desires(more…)